An hour later.
At the entrance to a passage leading deep into the tree trunk, Zuo Zuo raised her hand with a (〃＞皿＜) expression, using a brush to coat his Plague Doctor Mask in white paint.
"Here! Here! Paint this part too."
"Hey, Blockhead, you're not planning to pull the same old trick and take another stroll through their base, are you? And Sir Awen will be here any minute. Is it really okay for you to run around like this? Besides, who knows whether you'll even run into a Plague Doctor? More cosplay again?!"
Wearing the Plague Doctor Mask, Lynn pressed down on his hat and said:
"What do you know? Another layer of disguise means another life. Seeing my face or a Plague Doctor Mask would immediately put them on guard, but seeing a colleague-even if they're suspicious-will definitely make them hesitate. And in that moment of hesitation, I can kill them all."
"I've seriously had enough of you!"
Deeply displeased, Zuo Zuo haphazardly brushed the mask on his face with a (#｀皿´) expression.
And just then.
Footsteps echoed through the corridor behind them.
When Zuo Zuo instinctively looked over, she froze on the spot and said:
"Hey, Blockhead, you're not thinking of..."
In the dim corridor inside the tree trunk, the silver machine stood silently in place. She held a large stack of books in her arms, her face expressionless, so quiet that she seemed not to exist unless you noticed her.
Lynn turned to look at her.
For a fleeting instant, his eyes seemed to reflect once more the heroic figure of that valkyrie who had dominated the battlefield.
"Finished reading?"
He asked.
Silver Fantasy quietly held the books and replied:
"They have been loaded into the database-based on analysis and comparison of their contents-I